This morning she was my employee. Tonight she is my property.
Willow danced for the rich and powerful at the world’s most exclusive club… until tonight.
Tonight I told her she belongs to me now, and no other man will touch her again.
Tonight I ripped her soaked panties from her beautiful body and taught her to obey with my belt.
Tonight I took her as mine, and I won’t be giving her up.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 70,000 words
As he tossed me over the bench, kicking out my legs, I was forced to take several shallow breaths. Every inch of my body was shaking as he took his time securing my ankles, dragging my legs further apart. The feel of thick leather wrapping around my bare skin was horrific, the tug as he clasped one buckle then the other disturbing. I was so exposed, so open to him.
And he was obviously enjoying himself, humming as he tickled the inside of my leg with his fingers before taking deliberate steps toward the front of the apparatus. “You will learn to obey me, sweet Willow. You will also learn the importance of trust. I need to trust you. What you say. How you act. Only then can we enjoy the bounty of our experience together, my beautiful angel.”
My God, the fucker was being philosophical? I couldn’t stand the thought of being his angel or anything else, no matter the attraction. I closed my eyes as he tugged on one arm, still humming some melodic tune as he secured my wrist. When I was finally locked down in place, he fisted my hair, yanking my head as he leaned over, his whisper sultry and overwhelming. He was so masculine, defined and particular with his words. I could feel the power emanating from every aspect of his being.
“You will learn that my command is the only thing that matters.”
I hated every aspect of his words, the edge to them what I would remember the most. And the certainty.
This time, I bit back a retort, fisting my hands as he pressed a single kiss against the side of my face. He gently let go, pushing my head onto the head support then trailing his fingers down my spine. Every inch of my body was so alive, the electricity soaring through every cell and muscle. The man is a pig. The man is an asshole.
Even as I attempted to believe my own thoughts, I couldn’t fight the inevitable attraction. When I felt the strap sliding down the same trail where his fingers had left a series of tingles, I bristled, trying desperately to curtail a moan.
But as before, I failed.
I sensed his hunger just underneath his perfectly tailored surface, as if a beast had been lying in wait, famished for a taste of the forbidden. He’d called me innocent. Maybe that’s what he’d been searching for his entire life.
The first hard crack against my backside wasn’t something that I could prepare for. The harshness of the sting wasn’t something anyone could prepare for or fathom. The sensations boiling over me set my skin on fire while dangling a carrot of pleasure at the same time. While my body tensed, my toes curling, my pulse raced for an entirely different reason than anguish.
I felt exhilarated.
God help me.